I'm listening to the summer insects song through open bedroom window as I'm laying on my bed. The wave of the song going lauder and busyer to softer and calmer.
Cold refreshing night is periodically clearing my head from the day, but not the cramps in my legs.
Despite that, my mind can't seem to decide the theme of the fantasy it wants to portray to me.
So many small details are rushing through my mind that I realize I'll be forced in to an overdue meditation to clean everything in to their place.
Yes...
Meditation and mental celebacy.
